Powerful Men 2: Four More Alphas Who Seize Control (8 page)

She lifted her arms as he pulled it off her and relished the feeling of the cool air on her naked breasts. Jon pulled her towards him again, pressing her nipples into his hard stomach. She could feel his cock, hard and thick in his pants. She couldn’t believe this was really happening. She’d only ever gone all the way once and that had been a total mistake. But that guy’s thing had been only a fraction of the size of Jon Sugar’s. She didn’t know if she would be able to contain it.

As Jon kissed her again, still holding her body tight against his, he began to run his hands down over the bristly material of her tweed skirt. He began to pull it up over her thigh and Suzie reached down as if to still him. But who was she kidding? She wanted this probably even more than he did.

Instead of stopping his hand then, she rubbed her palm lovingly against his as he slowly lifted her skirt, the material tickling her naked thigh as it moved up closer to her hip. She gasped out in pleasure as he slipped his hand underneath and brought it close to her quivering cunt.

‘Oh Jon,’ she moaned, as he held her inner thigh in his powerful hand.

He began to slide his fingers up against her juicy lips and her whole body went rigid as his fingers graced the sensitized skin of her folds. It was if she’d been struck by lightning.

Jon smiled, completely in control as he held her straight and worked his fingers up inside her. Suzie rocked her head back and let out a guttural moan as her hips twitched towards him.

‘You like that don’t you?’ Jon whispered.

‘Yes!’ Suzie moaned.

‘You’re not a good girl at all, are you?’

Suzie shook her head, consumed by delirious bliss.

John slipped his fingers deeper inside her, pressing up against the pulsing walls of her canal. He kissed her roughly and wet, then reached down to open his pants. In the darkness of the office, Suzie could only see the outline of it, but it was obviously enormous. Jon smiled wickedly as he watched her, his hand still holding control over her cunt. He rubbed her again.

‘You want to taste it?’ he asked.

‘Hmmm mm,’ Suzie nodded.

‘Ok then.’ He slipped his fingers out of her soaking pussy and stepped back, inserting them in his mouth and sucking her juices off his hand.

Suzie got down on her knees and smacked her lips together in anticipation. She’d never done this before, she’d heard some girls did it but she never thought in a million years it would be her herself. As Jon guided his massive cock towards her lips she opened her mouth and closed her eyes.

It was hard and hot and throbbed with all the power of the man who stood firmly above it. As she stretched her mouth around his thing, she flicked her tongue at the top, exploring the taste for the very first time. It was kind of salty and a little bit musty, like nothing in particular that she’d ever tasted before. Jon put his hands on her head and guided her deeper over his girth.

‘Oh yeah,’ he whispered, ‘that feels so fucking good.’

Suzie went almost all the way to the throat before pulling up again. She gagged reflexively and then smiled up at him meekly. ‘Sorry,’ she said.

‘For what?’
Jon laughed and then stroked her face as she went down on him again.

After a couple more strokes she started to ease into a rhythm all her own. She could get used to this, she thought, having all that power in her mouth, filling her up. Yes, she’d like to do this more often.
Without a doubt.

She sucked on his cock and he rocked in and out of her, as though gently making love to her mouth, his hands holding her head firmly between them. He pulled back one last time in a way that let her know he was ready to move onto something else and she smiled up at him, a long stream of saliva and
precum
hanging out of her lips.

Something in her face awoke an animal instinct in the man and he reached down, placing his hands under her armpits and then roughly wrenching her up. Suzie squealed with excitement as he swept her up in his arms and carried her over to his desk. He set her down and started clearing a space for her body, trying to get everything out of the way as fast as possible without actually destroying anything too important.

He came back to her and kissed her again, his hands rubbing up against her ribs and cupping her breasts. He reached down with one hand and gently but firmly spread her thighs apart. Suzie gasped. She could feel her juices running onto the desk beneath her but something told her Jon wouldn’t mind. Roughly, he pulled her legs towards him and thrust his hard dick up towards her cunt.

It slid against her labia and then pushed inside, filling her with heat and power. The pleasure was so intense Suzie thought she might actually cry as he thrust deeper inside her. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut as Jon filled her up to the hilt with a grunt of lust and excitement.

He ran his hands back up her body and around her throat. He held her face in his hands and turned it up towards him. He kissed her hard and then rocked his hips back, pulling his cock out of her trench. With a firm, hard movement he pushed forward again, filling her out completely once more.

‘You like it, don’t you?’ he whispered.

‘Uh-huh,’ Suzie whimpered.

‘Ask me for it,’ Jon said as he fucked her with powerful, controlled rhythm.

‘Please!’ Suzie begged.

Jon started to fuck her harder and faster now. He ran his hands down around her body, clutching at her naked flesh which was slippery with hot sweat. She could feel herself starting to cum and reached out to grab onto him lest she fall right off the face of the world. An explosion of pleasure erupted inside her and she emitted a tiny uncontrollable whimper.

As she fell apart before him, Jon continued to fuck her until he too was on the brink of orgasm. He came inside her, filling her with hard bullets of cream. Grunting, like a wild animal, he finally came to a standstill, almost a full minute after he’d exploded in her pussy.

He stepped back from her and pulled up his pants. He turned away. Suddenly the enormity of what had just happened occurred to Suzie and she stood up off the desk, hurriedly pulling on her clothes. Jon continued to face the wall as she dressed. He reached into his pocket and took out a cigarette. He turned back to Suzie.

‘You want one?’ he asked.

‘No thank you,’ Suzie replied, ‘I don’t smoke.’

‘Maybe that’s a good thing,’ Jon said, ‘did you hear some of the doctors are saying it’s actually bad for you now?’

‘Yes, I think I read about it in Reader’s Digest,’ Suzie said.

Jon smiled. He poured himself another glass of scotch. ‘Where do you live?’ he asked, ‘are you ok to get home?’

‘Brooklyn,’ Suzie replied, ‘I think there’s a train at ten pm.’

‘Ok,’ Jon said, ‘we can share a cab to the station. It’s not safe for you on your own.’

‘Are you sure?’ Suzie asked.

‘Yeah,’ Jon said, ‘come on.’ He tipped up his glass and drained the last of the scotch. He picked up his coat. ‘And Suzie,’ he said.

‘Yeah?’

‘What just happened here? What we just did? It can’t happen again.’

‘I understand,’ Suzie said. She felt a little disappointed but she knew that he was right.

‘I have a wife and kids,’ Jon continued, looking at her seriously.

‘I understand.’

‘Good,’ Jon replied and opened the door. He stepped out into the main office space. ‘Well aren’t you coming then?’

‘Sure,’ Suzie called, glancing around the office to make sure she hadn’t left anything incriminating behind before hurrying out to catch up with him.

So this was the life the Madison Avenue Ad Men then, she considered. What she’d heard about the wild lifestyles hadn’t been true after all. No – the truth was much, much more dirty and depraved.

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Hung Judge

Sin in the Southern Courtroom

It was a hot July morning outside the courtroom in downtown San Antonio. Clara sat in her car across the street from the building and fanned herself with the day’s court documents. The air conditioner was on full blast and yet she was still boiling. She wondered if she could ever get used to this damn Texas heat. It was six months since she’d left her life behind in New York to start again here in the Lone Star State. Six months since she’d first met Harvey out on the desert highway.

Harvey was the sheriff, the “Lone Star” as he liked to put it, of a small town in south Texas and their relationship had started on rocky grounds to begin with – when he’d pulled her over for speeding on the outskirts of his town. One thing led to another and the arrest brought them all the way back to Harvey’s bedroom, by way of a quick liaison in the cell of his office. After that it was clear that they both wanted to take it to the next level and within a week Clara was making arrangements to move in with him.

And things had been
swell
, at first anyway. Harvey was a great guy, even if he was a little flawed in certain ways, but after five and half months Clara had slowly come to realize that she needed something more out of a man. Yeah, it was charming at first that he seemed to do whatever the hell he pleased – whether that be drinking whiskey on the job or taking her in his arms in a certain way that told her he would get exactly what he wanted right then – but it eventually dawned on Clara that if the guy didn’t grow up soon then he just wasn’t somebody she was willing to spend the rest of her life with. Explaining that to him was the hard part.

But yeah, he was a good guy, a real tough southern man, so when they parted it was amicable enough, and whether it hurt him a little or a lot, he wouldn’t have let it show anyway. That kind of attitude was part of the problem in the first place.

After that, Clara moved into San Antonio to throw herself into her work. She’d set up a practice in the city when she first arrived anyway and it wasn’t like there wasn’t an awful lot for her to do. And now here she was, on the sixth day of the
Texxon
hearing, the most publicized – and complicated – case of her entire career.

Texxon
was a billion-dollar oil company, a group that made most of its revenue by cutting corners and screwing up the lives of anybody who had the misfortune to get in their way. The CEO and founder of the group was Ace Cooper, a man whose own vicious personality was the inspiration for
Texxon’s
cut-throat business model. Years ago, Cooper’s company had illegally dumped gallons of hazardous waste around a small community in the desert by the name of Prudence and the negative fallout was still being shown in the health problems of the local population. The fact that it was only now going to court was a testament to Ace Cooper’s personal sway in the state.

So yeah, Clara was really going up against the big boys here. Ace Cooper and his son Bobby, the company’s vice president, had a whole team of well-trained lawyers, while she was entering into the case alone. And she was doing it all for free too – nobody in the town of Prudence had much cash between them anyway and whatever they could manage to rustle together they needed for medical costs on account of all the pollution. No, Clara was doing this one on principal. And hell, it wasn’t like she got nothing out of it – the fact that her name was in the national papers every morning this week meant that she’d certainly reap the rewards sooner or later, even if she didn’t win.

As she sat in her car and tried to keep herself cool (the deleterious effects of the sweat and clamminess on her appearance were one of the worst things about practicing law in this part of the world), she saw the huge figure of Moses McKennedy striding towards the courtroom steps. Even though she didn’t see eye to eye with the Judge she couldn’t help but smile as she watched him approach his kingdom. He really was something out of this world, the guy seemed to think he still lived in the wild west and she honestly would not be one bit surprised if he occasionally strapped a pair of pistols on his belt and rode out to claim any defendants who hadn’t turned up to his courtroom that day.

The man was at least six foot seven tall, with long, slightly kinky grey hair the color of iron that went down past his shoulders. He was all muscle and sinew, so much so that he looked like he must have grown up on the mountains, raised by bears probably. That wouldn’t have surprised her much either.

He wore the long black robes of his office but perched atop his head he had on a cowboy hat too. The old west – that was where the guy thought he was.

Judge Moses McKennedy was a conservative type whose natural inclination was to side with the likes of Ace and Bobby Cooper, so that set Clara back even further. But nonetheless, she could tell that he was at least an honest man. The guy had strong principles and if the evidence was there then he would rule in whatever way it pointed. Making sure the truth came to light was Clara’s job.

Judge McKennedy continued into the courtroom, turning heads all around him as he passed, like he probably did wherever he went, whether to the grocery store or the county jail. As Clara started gathering up her documents she spotted Ace and Bobby Cooper striding towards the steps with their team of sleazebag attorneys.